Some Random Acts of Selflessness

The problem in this world is that every one wants to bring about a revolution and no one wants to do a little. If we all did the little we could, the revolution would take place, the change would come.
~~Raghudon!

 Thats the spirit my friend. ... Small stuff we do will help. By himself not everyone can be gandhiji or from the gandhi family....hmmmmm thats food for thought...... But u doing the bit will help....

 If ppl r still readibg lets try to put in small things here as a list thay will make a difference anf can be done by us. The memorable Father Dias once said...Your life and my life are made of trifels but life itself is not a trifle... The most understated statement ever heard by me. Its deep

 Sponsor the school education of two kids. ..of course not ur own but some poor persons like ir maid or driver or peom

Give food to 10 people through the year that you skipped a meal out of. I.e. Instead of eating out make food for more people and give the rest to some poor people

Speak to parents of boys who are capable of being married and cinvince them not to take dowry

Educate the people 2 of them who would be wofe beaters. Take it till where you can go. Tell the girl to tie rakhi to u then u become her sister... Then do it

Remove old clothees from your cupboard and give it to some needy people

Id love to see your ideas so that i too can use them to make MY life better. My logic is we all do things for ourselves and our loved ones. A random act of kindness will give you unbridled joy that money cannot get

Go and give food to stray puppies 20 times in a year and play with them for 10 minutes. Doesnt it give you as much joy as playing with your child

Thank so called menial work people like your watchman or your kachrawallah or the policeman you see in the corner. Shake hands with 25 people through the year and tell then they are doing such an awesome job. Ask thwm their name and then say thank you pandu bhai or shantaji. U will make thier month and you will feel good too

Writing this i feel soooooo small that we can all do so many things but we dont and are running the rat race at top speed. ...this speed only makes us a rat. After we go...no one will remember how much money we made or the vacations we took.... But the sapling we planted will be the legacy we leave behind

Plant 10 trees in a year and documebt where you planted it. If possible make a small placard and put it there as a menory for u. Go see the tree grow every year and speak to it. Am sure it will answer back. We plant these in and around our factory but you can always do it in public space

PS: This was just ambled along when I was writing in one post. I would loveto hear your ways to make our lives less selfish and more to the society. Would love to hear if any of these "targets" made sense to you and made a difference ...'Please write in..... Raghudon Speaks!

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A software engineers diary

Written by An Indian Software Engineer A Bitter Reality As the dream of most parents I had acquired a degree in Software Engineering and joined a company based in USA, the land of braves and opportunity. When I arrived in the USA, it was as if a dream had come true. Here at last I was in the place where I want to be. I decided I would be staying in this country for about Five years in which time I would have earned enough money to settle down in India. My father was a government employee and after his retirement, the only asset he could acquire was a decent one bedroom flat. I wanted to do some thing more than him. I started feeling homesick and lonely as the time passed. I used to call home and speak to my parents every week using cheap international phone cards. Two years passed, two years of Burgers at McDonald's and pizzas and discos and 2 years watching the foreign exchange rate getting happy whenever the Rupee value went down. Finally I decided to get married. Told my parents that I have only 10 days of holidays and everything must be done within these 10 days. I got my ticket booked in the cheapest flight. Was jubilant and was actually enjoying hopping for gifts for all my friends back home. If I miss anyone then there will be talks. After reaching home I spent home one week going through all the photographs of girls and as the time was getting shorter I was forced to select one candidate. In-laws told me, to my surprise, that I would have to get married in 2-3 days, as I will not get anymore holidays. After the marriage, it was time to return to USA, after giving some money to my parents and telling the neighbors to look after them, we returned to USA. My wife enjoyed this country for about two months and then she started feeling lonely. The frequency of calling India increased to twice in a week sometimes 3 times a week. Our savings started diminishing. After two more years we started to have kids. Two lovely kids, a boy and a girl, were gifted to us by the almighty. Every time I spoke to my parents, they asked me to come to India so that they can see their grand-children. Every year I decide to go to India… But part work part monetary conditions prevented it. Years went by and visiting India was a distant dream. Then suddenly one day I got a message that my parents were seriously sick. I tried but I couldn't get any holidays and thus could not go to India ... The next message I got was my parents had passed away and as there was no one to do the last rights the society members had done whatever they could. I was depressed. My parents had passed away without seeing their grand children. After couple more years passed away, much to my children's dislike and my wife's joy we returned to India to settle down. I started to look for a suitable property, but to my dismay my savings were short and the property prices had gone up during all these years. I had to return to the USA... My wife refused to come back with me and my children refused to stay in India... My 2 children and I returned to USA after promising my wife I would be back for good after two years. Time passed by, my daughter decided to get married to an American and my son was happy living in USA... I decided that had enough and wound-up every thing and returned to India... I had just enough money to buy a decent 02 bedroom flat in a well-developed locality. Now I am 60 years old and the only time I go out of the flat is for the routine visit to the nearby temple. My faithful wife has also left me and gone to the holy abode. Sometimes I wondered was it worth all this? My father, even after staying in India, Had a house to his name and I too have the same nothing more. I lost my parents and children for just ONE EXTRA BEDROOM. Looking out from the window I see a lot of children dancing. This damned cable TV has spoiled our new generation and these children are losing their values and culture because of it. I get occasional cards from my children asking I am alright. Well at least they remember me. Now perhaps after I die it will be the neighbors again who will be performing my last rights, God Bless them. But the question still remains 'was all this worth it?' I am still searching for an answer.................!!! START THINKING IS IT JUST FOR ONE EXTRA BEDROOM??? LIFE IS BEYOND THIS …..DON'T JUST LEAVE YOUR LIFE …….. START LIVING IT ……. LIVE IT AS YOU WANT IT TO BE ……

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